A person regarded as having access to, and influence in, the world of good and evil spirits, among many indigenous cultures around the world shamanism exists in one form or the other. They can also be regarded as mediators between humanity and the forces of nature. Typically such people enter a trance state during aContinue reading “The shaman”
This commission was my first ever family portrait. So I’d like to dedicate it to my family… The family thats here, the family that’s gone, and the family that’s yet to come… thanks for clearing the path and never letting me forget where I came from. Thank you for being so strong, for showing meContinue reading “A family portrait (comission)”
A horse, a camel and a donkey decided to have a race. The horse had its agility, it was running from the moment it was born. So it could go faster than most. Gallantly spritnting and jumping over hurdles The camel had its endurance, born with thick skin and humps to store fat, it canContinue reading “The donkeys vision (commission)”
It’s always a pleasure making art for fellow artists. This was commissioned by a friend of the very talented MC Angel. I used symbolic representation of her values and her own lyrics to make this portrait.
They’re in the dark corners you pretend not to notice, and they come out to play when it’s dirty inside… or sometimes just at random… The rats that you tried to hide, running rampant chewing up your curtains and carpets…taking your values for randsome. They grow if you feed them, they become rabid when youContinue reading “The rat tamer (commission)”
Now Deeply rooted in my grey matter, emotions stem from a flower that never leaves. I lay there, mired in thought, wondering how different my plot would be, if her seeds were never sown… If she had never grown on me… Her petals shine like gold medals, on my podium of pandemonium, cropping up everContinue reading “Flower “
The waves danced like devine feline across the shoreline, to the tune of a moon so full ,it could have worn out a ware wolf. she was refelcting the suns light when the days got darker, she went through her phases but she was always there, on time, in rhythim. contantly influencing under the influence.Continue reading “Under the influence”
Her heart breaks, not for the player and his promiscuous ways, but for the homeless lady she sees in the same spot everyday. Her heart bleeds, not for gucci bags or anything else she might wish to keep. But because she heard about families in Grenfell towers burning in their sleep. Her heart weeps notContinue reading “Shallow tears”